Comedy of Poetry

Until today I used to believe

That I was a poet mighty great

An incarnation of Homer, reborn again

Manufacturing poems at a stupendous rate

I so believed and thus dreamed

About my recitals on the stage

Basking in fame and much sought for

With people quoting me page by page

But before I became a world-renown

And stormed into New York, Paris and Rome

I decided to do a favor

And start my world-tour right from home.

So I summoned my kith and kin

And pompously climbed upon a stool

To start reciting my poetic creations

Excited within but outwardly cool

But soon my conceit was given the blow

When after an hour I could see

That all my audience were fast asleep

And going about on a snoring spree

My dreams shattered, I felt aghast

With utter despair my heart was stricken

“Keep it up”, the family doctor said

“By your poems the sedatives stand beaten”.